Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
SIMON
I just watched my wife come undone while rubbing her greedy cunt against my friend’s equally greedy cunt…there’s no going back to what any of us were before tonight.
And I don’t want to.
I want to stay in this happy little fuck bubble, but I don’t know how possible that is.
I push those thoughts out of my head, trying to enjoy the last couple of hours I know we have together.
All of us.
The three of us guys are lined up at the end of the bed, cocks in hand, watching the girls come down from what looked like Earth-shattering orgasms. Rhodes dipped into the bathroom to clean up before we all came in here.
A part of me wants to tell Rhodes to get back where he belongs…
In my ass.
But I bite my tongue.
We all placed our masks back on our faces to get back into the roles we were playing, but I fear these aren’t roles as much as us just being ourselves.
I want my wife to experience all of them in some way, and that’s what has me questioning, “Do I get my wife back yet, Nyx?”
Nyx responds with her head flopping back and forth on the bed while she has Sloane tucked into her side. “You’ll have to fight me to get her back, bud.” She raises her head, gives me a small sly smile, then winks while flopping her head back down.
The content that is lacing Sloane’s body is almost enough for me to climb into bed with them and just let sleep take us.
Almost .
I look at Rhodes, silently communicating with him. He reaches forward, pulling Sloane to the edge of the bed by her ankles. The squeal she lets out is too cute. He growls like the caveman he is. “We’re not done with you, pretty thing.”
Asher’s brows are in his hairline. I’m sure shocked at Rhodes manhandling her, and it just makes my cock hard again.
Rubbing my fingers over Sloane and spreading her out for us to see, I ask, “You want to fuck my wife’s swollen, pretty cunt, Asher?”
She whimpers, looking up at Asher. “Oh, fuck yes. I'll get to put that piercing to work.”
Asher strips out of his pants before leaning over her to whisper, “I don’t know how long I’m going to last. I’ve dreamed of this for way too long.”
“It’s okay, pup, I just need you inside me,” she whispers back to him. She lifts the bottom of his mask, freeing his mouth to kiss him.
I look over at Nyx, and the strap on and harness lying beside her, which she must have taken off when they came in earlier. Joking, I tell her, “Rhodes wants you to use that on him.” I’m laughing, but I quickly stop when I look at him, and he’s smirking like he has a plan.
Rhodes is quick to ask her, “Nyx, can you tolerate men enough to fuck my ass, while I fuck Asher’s cum into Sloane?”
I hear Sloane moan again. I thought it was from the visual of what Rhodes was mentioning, but I look back at her and Asher, right as he’s sliding three fingers into her.
I have a feeling I’m going to need a full view of what’s about to be happening between all of us, but I don’t move a muscle.
Nyx is back in her harness already, but I grab Rhodes’ face, turning it towards me. “You want me to get you ready, big man?”
“Please. I’m sure that would be Nyx’s worst nightmare.”
Nyx chuckles while crawling over to Sloane to lay kisses all over her body. “Yeah, it would…”
I grab the lube that’s lying on the bed and nod to Rhodes to lay down on the bed. But before I start, I raise the bottom of my mask, do the same with his, and press my lips to his. Not in a rushed or heated kiss, more comforting than anything. I slide my hand to the back of his neck while I lay my body on top of his. Our cocks find one another, and we begin to grind them together, chasing whatever pleasure we can get.
I trail kisses down his strong stomach and kneel at his spread legs on the bed. He pulls them up, and I get a perfect view of his begging hole. Drizzling lube onto my fingers, I circle the puckered entrance as his cock is against his stomach, leaking already.
“Run that cock of yours through her folds, pup. I’m tired of waiting. Our girl’s cummed plenty. Let her come on your jeweled cock.” Asher groans at my words, but does exactly as I instructed.
His cock sliding through her core is beautiful, and the sounds coming from Sloane are already something I’ll be thinking about for years after this.
Asher questions, “You ready, Mommy?” And I’m happy to my core that I picked the perfect friends who checks in constantly instead of assumes.
“Yes, baby boy, fuck me pleasseee,” she groans out her answer as he slides into her.
While twisting one of her nipple rings between her fingers, Nyx asks Sloane, “How are those piercings, Sloane?”
“So, so good, Mommy.”
Nyx climbs on top of Sloane’s face, pulls the crotch strap over, and instructs Sloane, “Eat Mommy’s cunt and make me come.” Nyx reaches down her body, finding Sloane’s clit, and starts furiously rubbing to get her to come quicker for them.
“I’m not going to last…fuck, this is all too hot.” Asher closes his eyes and throws his head back, trying to distract himself.
Rhodes’ grunt when I add a second finger has him getting my full attention again. I curl my fingers, pressing into what I know will have him seeing stars. I whisper between us, “This ass is going to be mine here soon.”
“It’s already yours, Simon.” And if that answer doesn’t have my heart skipping a beat, I don’t know what will.
Sloane’s eating Nyx’s cunt like her life depends on it to survive, and poor Asher doesn’t know where to look. His eyes are bouncing from where my wife’s mouth is licking and sucking, to where their bodies are attached, and then to Nyx rubbing her to completion.
And the views must do it for him, or it’s the convulsing my wife who’s vise gripping his cock as we speak. He rushes out, “I’m going to come. Fuck, Sloane I’m going to—where do you want it?”
She pulls her mouth away from Nyx long enough to tell Asher, “In me, baby boy. Breed me. Make me yours.”
Asher presses into the hilt and groans out his orgasm, filling my wife’s pussy with his cum. I bite my bottom lip, trying to suppress the groan that wants to crawl out of me at the image of another man's cum dripping out of my wife.
“Does the slut want another one?” I intended that question for Rhodes, but three very different whimpers and groans sound out around the room.
Chuckling, Nyx calls all of them out, “Every one of you is a degrading loving whore—dear God.”
“Yes, Daddy, give me another finger.”
Nyx grabs Rhodes’ face, lowers hers to where her nose almost touches his, and grits out, “I’m your Daddy now.” He is frantically nodding his head, and I’m sending my thanks that I get to witness all of this. “Hands and knees, Rhodes. I’ll scratch you the rest of the way with my cock you seem to need so badly. And Asher, flip her around so Rhodes can fuck her while he takes Daddy’s cock.”
Asher whimpers again, and that has Nyx coming after him now. “Mmm, another pansexual slut that wants Daddy's cock, too?”
Asher’s brows pull together in a silent question. “I thought I was straight until the couch earlier, and now seeing you like this, and being called Daddy…” he practically moans Daddy out, “I think you could be right.”
Rhodes says matter-of-factly, “It’s not about the parts, it’s about the hearts.”
And that has Asher beaming with a smile on his face.
Sloane laughs and looks up at Asher. “If that’s not an awakening, I don’t know what is.”